What am I? This being contemplating about the origins of all things, what is it? Is consciousness and free will a useful illusion to keep the molecular storm - the body, the genes, the replicators - and its intricate pattern, constantly dancing together for a few more billion years? That's my best guess.
What we are, these self-aware, curious, globules of organic matter, is the result heretofore of a molecular storm that started perhaps 3.5-5 billion year ago (the verdict is still out on the date). In the primordial earth, some mix of molecules and energy surged to create an auto-catalytic storm system, an out of control disequilibrium. It kept on feeding on input from the environment, and dumping wastes. It started on a journey that would not be interrupted for billions of years to this present day, to the point that these now very stable and complex disequilibrium molecular storm systems have given rise to consciousness, Godel, Bach, Escher, Einstein, the internet, and their associated extended phenotypes. And you are the ethereal pattern being produced by a several billion year old molecular storm, holding you in disequilibrium. Equilibrium is death.
I would like to take you on a journey through one plausible scientific version of the history of creation. Stitched together to form a coherent abstract overview of the history of time, told in the first person.
Stay tuned for Part 1.
3 comments:
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Im curious to how you would classify the proposition "There are no truth only probabliity functions"? Is it true? or just probable? If just probable, then there acctually might be something true. Also, a more general question: Doesn't the content of a proposition have to conform also with the proposition itself? :)
"there is no truth only probability functions" its interesting because its stated like a fact, which is generally considered a truth...so yeah paradox. how about "there is a probability that there are only probability functions" haha. couple that with "radical uncertainty" and you just sound like one confused mofo.
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